The Life Of Mud Poem by sunil nair

In a world obsessed with diamonds bright,
I stand here, humble mud, in soft delight.
Bearing no burden, no weight to hold,
I'm content in simplicity, a tale untold.

While diamonds gleam in a guarded space,
I, as mud, freely embrace.
No glass cage, no safe to bind,
I'm the essence of freedom, the wandering kind.

I soar with the wind, I dance with the streams,
A dreamer in the moonlight, lost in whims.
City lights may dazzle, diamonds may blind,
But in the cool earth, true treasures we find.

In the rush for riches, in the diamond chase,
Mud's value forgotten, in this bustling place.
Yet, a seed in me, a promise to bear,
A tree, a home, a life to share.

I'm the foundation, the brick and the stone,
In your sheltered haven, your very own.
I am the cup, the plate that you use,
Shaped by the potter, whose hands infuse.

In the potter's hands, my fate is spun,
A journey in clay, till my days are done.
I may not sparkle, I may not shine,
Yet, I am the substance that forms the line.

So, let diamonds dazzle in their glass abode,
While I, as mud, along riverbanks strode.
For in my simplicity, in the soil and the clay,
Lies the quiet strength that sustains each day.